Star Wars Guys x Reader

Nervous: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

A/N: guys please don't judge this is the first time i wrote male reader so i'm super sorry that it's shit, i feel like everyone was ooc, requested by sadstrarwarsfan14 (hope you like it, i did my best, it sort of ran away from the original request)

Warnings: swearing, shit writing/plot/everything, idk some weird broken thing you could call tension if you really wanted, reader has some terrible mood swings which i hate myself for

Word count: 1089

Damn it.

You can't seem to do anything today. It started off mildly; you'd lost your first few bouts of sparring and you'd sprung back to your feet, wide stanced, lightsaber held out,  determined not to display your frustration. And then Master Windu walked past and told you every single thing you were doing wrong - in front of everyone. You know he means well, but when he does this, it seems like he's targetting you, and you only.

And then, just to rub it in, Anakin Skywalker walked in just as you were being lectured.

You wouldn't have minded so much if it had been anyone else. Stars, it would have mattered less to you if Master Yoda came in instead. But no, your best friend and your fucking crush had to come strolling in, pausing to shoot you a sympathetic look over Windu's shoulder, those blue eyes full of something which you wish you couldn't see as pity.

You watch him, eyes glued on his figure as he strides out of the room after briefly whispering something to Obi - Wan, his dark robes swirling as he winks at you over his shoulder before softly pulling the door shut behind him. It slams with finality. Your heart flutters, your breath hitching as you etch the picture of his lips curled in a smirk into your memory.

'Y/N?' Windu demands, arching an eyebrow, aware you've stopped listening to his speech.

'Sorry, Master,' you say, snapping your gaze back to his face from where it lingered on the unfortunately closed door. Maybe, if it was open, you could rush through it before anyone could yell at you for insubordination.

'That's okay. Now, let's talk about you grip on the lightsaber. Your fingers shouldn't be...'

You tune Windu's voice out, mind going distant as you think of Anakin again, that smile, those eyes. You hate that you want him so badly. You hate that you crave his attention like an addict craves spice. You hate that you'd see the two of you's friendship ruined just because you need to get rid of the terrible ache in your heart whenever you see him. Stars, you don't even know if he likes men - all you're aware of is that you desperately want him to love you like you love him. He's got such a mysterious depth to him; he's one of the most complex beings you know, one of the most powerful. Maybe the most powerful. You find his outbursts of anger like a breath of fresh air when you're constantly around hundreds of calm, tranquil Jedi who act as if nothing bothers them, nothing enrages them.

' - move your feet like that,' Windu says.

Obediently, you carry out his instructions, thoughts still circling around the one who has the power to put you through either the most pain or the most joy you've ever felt with the use of a few words. Eventually, Windu releases you, and you don't take a second to escape the room you've been trapped in for what feels like hours.

You're walking so fast out the door that you don't have time to stop yourself before you crash straight into someone. Blushing with embarassment, you don't dare look at them as they grab your shoulders and steady you.

'Hey, where're you rushing to?'

Your head snaps up as Anakin's familiar, clear voice sounds, and your face somehow heats up more as you suddenly become aware of his warm, gentle hands firm on your shoulders, the proximity of your chest and his.

'I - I - uh - ' You stammer, searching for words which sadly evade you.

'Yeah?' He prompts, pulling you a little closer, bending his head to hear you.

'Um, I just needed to get out of th - there,' you gulp. 'M - Master Windu, y - you know?'

'Oh yeah,' Anakin says, taking a step back and allowing you to breath again. 'He's annoying sometimes. He's like that.'

'Y - yeah,' you answer, falling in step with him, legs shaky. Now he's a little further away from you, your brain is allowed to return to how you're annoyed at Windu. 'Did you hear him? He fucking corrected my stance at least twenty times!'

Anakin laughs. 'He was just trying to help, Y/N.'

You're aware that he's just trying to console you, yet somehow it feels like he's against you too. You know how stupid you're acting, buy you huff and hunch into yourself, unexpected tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. Crossing your arms across your chest, you stare at the ground, willing the moisture in your eyes away. You thought being lectured by Windu was bad; well, crying in front of Anakin is so much worse.

'Y/N?' He says.

'No, I'm fine,' you snap back, annoyed at yourself.

'I promise, no one cared as much as you thought they did,' he tells you, and you can't help but laugh at his blunt words, which you know he was trying to use to comfort you.

'Ani!'

'Sorry,' he apologizes hastily. 'I didn't mean it like that.'

'I know,' you reply, giggling.

He shoves you playfully, laughing too, and you have to grab onto him to steady yourself and avoid toppling over. He grabs you against him, making sure you're firmly on both feet. And then, just like that, your laughter dies down and suddenly you're terribly aware of how close you are to him - again. Cursing quietly under your breath, you feel your breath hitch as the elation of his touch rushes through you like a flood.

'Uh - I - I got to go,' you stammer out before you embarass yourself further.

'So soon?'

'N - no, I - I - '

He frowns. 'Loth cat got your tongue?' He teases, prodding your shoulder. 'You okay? You seem a little...' His nose scrunches up adorably as he searches your face, trying to decipher your expression. 'Nervous?'

'No, n - not at all - '

'Is it... Is it because of me?' He asks, his serious tone masked by the playful way he nudges you.

'Fuck - uh - I - ' You pause, thinking over your words for a moment.

'Yeah?' He prompts, and now the look on his face is full out flirtatious as he practically feeds on how flustered you are.

You narrow your eyes at him. Okay, then. 'Anakin, would you - would you like it if it was because of you?'

He cocks his head, mouth quirking into a smile. 'Of course I would, Y/N.'

You mirror his smirk. 'Fine then. It was because of you, Ani.'

someone kill me this is the worst thing i've ever written god help me i'm so sorry sadstrarwarsfan14